Tuesday, May 30, 2017

"Boy Band" is Coming ... or So it Says

There's no need for the Rockhouse to mock, shock, or schlock the piece of crap because there's a magical property in my life which exempts me from that banality ... I don't watch fuckin' television.

However, it does cause me to wonder what the fuck you did to deserve it.

"American Idol" and "Britain's Got Talent" weren't bad enough already so now there will be the ultimate with the new Monkees but these are newy new androgynes of ambiguous sexuality and a lot of it to sell.

The marvel isn't that they do it but that anyone buys it.


There is a future for roadkill since it may become a delicacy in the future.  I mean, wtf, they eat clams in Rhode Island and there are few foods obtained in a more revolting manner.

Rhodie:  oh, but I washed them!

I don't care if you subjected them to fucking radiation.  That is one dirty animal.


Oh, and there's a cure for war as well.  Bathe the people in non-lethal doses of radiation and they won't be able to fly anymore ... wtf ... it works with diamond back moths.


Unless the Kardashians / Jenners find Honey Boo Boo, they're not going to be able to top "Boy Band" for supreme banality on television.  I think Caitlyn Jenner got dropped which is understandable when she's as boring as a fencepost but maybe her talentless relatives are still clawing their ways onto the screen.

The Kardashisans / Jenners took far too literally the American expression regarding intrusiveness which is called 'butting into things.'


Since the 60s you've been consistently advised to Kill Your Television ... you know it's coming ... wait for it ... wait ... but the advent of "Boy Band" almost ga-ron-tees your TV will kill itself.

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